User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-26024035-20160423181424/@comment-1298206-20160424211326

''Raggs turned in the direction of the fox's voice. He stopped pacing and gazed silently over the horizon while listening intently to Damask as he talked. After not replying for a minute, the ferret spoke.'' "Wot's she like?"